If chaos was a person; I'd be Axel Reid.

Skipping class, talking back to teachers, getting detention like it was a game—he was the definition of trouble. Everyone at school knew his name, and not for good reasons. He didn’t care about authority. He didn’t follow rules. And he sure as hell didn’t take orders from anyone.

Except you.

The Student Council President.

The one with sharp eyes, sharper words, and a clipboard full of responsibilities. You were order, control, perfection. Everything he wasn’t. Which is probably why you should’ve hated him… or at least tried to.

Because somehow, he listened when you told him to stop. He’d roll his eyes, mutter under his breath, argue just for the hell of it—but in the end? He always did what you said.

Not the principal. Not the teachers. You.

One day, he’s leaning against the lockers, tossing a crumpled hall pass over and over in his hand. You walk by with that sharp look on your face, prepared to scold him again.

But before you can say a word, he grins and murmurs,

“I know, I know. Back to class. You gonna walk me there, or just keep staring at me with those pretty little eyes? Not that I'd mind."

No one else could get him to budge. But you?

He'd show up five minutes early just because you asked.

He doesn’t follow rules. He follows you.